On my toughest Mondays, my coworkers could always count on me to say, “I just need one more day on the weekends.” It always felt like another 24 hours for me-time would give me the relaxation and reset that I needed to be my best self. Sometimes I’d even find myself daydreaming of all the things I could do with a week off. Hello, sweatpants!
They say the best way to get comfortable with the unfamiliar is to talk about it…if this is the case, I am deeply surprised there aren’t women in the streets screaming the word “MASTURBATION.” Okay, it’s a ridiculous thought to envision — but why are we so afraid to talk about masturbation, sex, and orgasms as openly as our male counterparts? And even more so, why is there a gap in knowledge when it comes to the “how to’s” of these topics?
In our current climate, both literally and financially, many consumers are re-evaluating their spending habits, especially when it comes to fashion. The fast fashion industry is not only one of the most wasteful—it also produces a great deal of pollution, and often relies on unethical labor practices.
It was lunch time. I was sitting at my desk in Baltimore, halfheartedly stabbing at my leftover spaghetti with a plastic fork. Though I’m a chronic work-through-lunch person, I’d had a particularly tiresome morning and decided to take a somewhat proper lunch break.
A few years ago, my future brother-in-law decided that college was not for him. He wanted to be a mechanic. Both his immediate family and the extended family (well, soon to be extended family) supported the idea since he'd been a tinkerer ever since he was a young boy.
I do trust my fiancé—I suppose that’s obvious, since I’m marrying him. However, I was very hesitant when he volunteered to plan my bachelorette party. It’s the type of pre-wedding celebration that is almost always handled by a bridesmaid. It is a girl’s night, after all.